As the weeks passed I settled into life with Pete quite easily. Stalking the night streets, we edged out a living. He was amazed how good a thief I was. My passion was the kill in itself and his being the grunt of the setups. His groundwork was always on target, and my timing was impeccable.

Several days after deciding to move in with Pete I cleared the studio of the few treasures I possessed, mostly clothes, money and Mother’s doll. I also brought along a few books that Pete thought had the silliest titles, but I was determined to learn as much as I could about my affliction. Wiping out the syndrome had not been an option. How can one cure what one was? No, my main purpose was to educate myself enough, so I could learn ways to control it.

One morning in the month of July I woke up early. After a productive night all Pete wanted to do was sleep, but today I was not going to let him.

“Wake up, sleeping head,” I said and toppled over him. I wore a thin black tee shirt with no undergarments. I found they were a bother in the morning when Pete and I were in the mood to celebrate the night’s findings.

Pete groaned at my prodding and said, “Go away. I’m tired.”

“Not today, you’re not.” He turned to face me. Sleep still hovered in his eyes. “What are you up to?”

“Today is special. Now, I want a birthday kiss.”

“Birthday?” he asked. He was halfway sitting on the bed. I nodded in his confusion. “Today’s your birthday? Then I guess you’ll have your present.”

Laughing devilishly I said, “Give it to me.”

He turned over until he was on top of me. He kissed me fiercely and worked his way down to my breasts until he reached my navel. I felt a quivering inside of me. It was something I never felt before. Although I had never had an orgasm I wondered if this was what one felt like.

Pete entered me at my insistence. He was barely able to keep up with my excited temperament. He thrust harder and harder, until I screamed out in pleasure. I had never had such an erotic experience before.

I guess my behavior had frightened him a little. He stopped his journey several times to ask me if I was all right. I precious gift given to me on my birthday. It was one I would never forget.